maria goodison

Teacher - Poem by maria goodison

Dear God i know your busy but please help me, you see it's only haft past 11 and my year 10 aredriving me crazy.

I need a little help to keep cool and not fling this cup at Paul who keep trying to make penny drink the green paint, Marry who i would just like to say was very sweet at the begging of the year, keep taking Peter pencil'sand sticking them in her ear.

Mark found the stapler and staple Lilly jumper to her chair, I've been looking for that stapler for almost a year.It's almost lunch time now and lord if i could have afew less kids back after lunch i would not mind at all.

Dear God just a selected few like Paul. Lee. Marry Mark.I also know that there mum's and dad's would be over joyed at having not to clean up after them for a few days or more.

I know that kids will be kids and not all are bad it just seam that, that rule was mist when you help make there 4.